"Next was Llewella, whose hair matched her jade-colored eyes, dressed in shimmering gray and green with a lavender belt, and looking moist and sad. For some reason, I knew she was not like the rest of us. But she, too, was my sister."

Llewella isn't quite at the top of my shit list, but she's pretty damn close.

That's all right. When I bust Martin out of Rebma, it'll be payback enough.